Author: M

Truth be told, we were in the midst of a pervy dry spell. Life distractions had taken their toll – horny purchases would trickle in every few months, reminding us of our past perversions… but it had been a good half-year since we had a truly kinky weekend. We agreed to no more excuses, upon my return from a weeklong business trip – the kinky weekend would commence; it was even scheduled on our calendars!

During my trip I had stumbled upon a very fair price for a used Mr. S Leather sleepsack, the gold standard purveyor of bondage goods. Even though the sack was used, it was in great condition – complete with several extensive options… inside smooth leather lining, prickle tit flaps, leg cushion, rear zipper – even a set of body straps. The sleepsack was due to arrive the day before my return home flight, giving just enough time for B to plan an adventure.

We had a few video chats during my absence, with a few mentions of kink but mostly talking about the usual vanilla couple chitchat. She was nice enough to pick me up from the airport, normally an hour plus transit ride. Our drive home was uneventful, no mention or any hints of my adventure to begin soon.

Once we arrived home, she strongly advised that I take a shower and not enter the bedroom – it was then that I quickly perked up a bit and knew something… maybe a 30 minute or 3 hour session was forthcoming, I didn’t know. It had been so long, that I was game for just about anything. We have certain signature hints when one of us would like a bit of kink spark, the not so subtle bathroom door sound during a shower meant a spandex suit was dropped off – this time for me to wear.

B instructed me to close my eyes and led me up the stairs to our bedroom, she was watching for any peeking. At the top I was told to turn around, facing away from the bedroom. She placed bandage eye patches over each of my eyes, each patch was deployed carefully to not pinch or stretch the skin too much – B wanted these to be comfortable. Usually we’d rush such dramatics, but this time she was precise and had a certain dominating calmness. I was led over to our bed and nudged to lie down. The sack’s D-rings quickly chimed to indicate that it was deployed and ready to receive me.

Her instructions became slightly firmer, moving me into the sack – she made sure that my hands were fed properly into the side sleeves. I noticed that her hands were covered with latex gloves; she sneakily put these on without me hearing. The lack of direct skin contact was as strong signal that I was the slave tonight; she was in complete control – physical contact had to be earned.

She knew I needed time to become mentally comfortable with my confinement, so much of the preparing would happen while zipped up – not before. This advanced model sleepsack included a pressure pad to place between the knees, the intention of which is to provide a barrier from skin rubbing against each other. My spandex suit also helped provide some basic protection, if not also a way to soak up the buckets of sweat that would naturally occur. Once the 3-way zipper was pulled up just under my chin, I could a ratcheting sound. B had chosen to use tie down straps, again knowing that the auditory sound would communicate serious business. These were not as loud as chain and more dramatic then rope being tied off – the straps prevented me leaning up or lifting my legs. She had some fancy webbing or trickery performed, as pillows were placed under my legs and behind my neck – neither of which slid around at all.

She commanded me with a soft but firm tone – “Slave, you are to refer to me as Mistress. Your mistress is in complete control of the slave. Do you understand?”. I gulped and quickly barked back “Yes, Mistress – thank you mistress”.

“For every hour you spend in either sack, another month will be added before your vacbed appointment. The mistress knows how scared the slave is about trying out the vacbed; this is your way to earn a time extension.” I was both relieved and scared about this offering.. we had purchased a latex vacbed for her own use several months ago, but provided specific measurements that would facilitate either of our heights. I was a bit too scared for that sort of intense equipment, and she was giving me a bit of leeway – I was certainly not going to waste this opportunity. After a few seconds, I processed this offer and responded with “Yes, Mistress – thank you for the opportunity to serve you, mistress.”

She let me squirm for around 5 minutes, but it felt like half an hour or longer.. no foot walking sounds, subtle chair movements, where the only restraint dangling noises were self inflicted. B started rubbing my balls, again with rubber coated hands – making me yearn for skin contact. The curse of the switching couple, she knew exactly how to push my buttons well.

B rubbed on a concoction of lube on the head of my cock, only pulling back a minimal section of foreskin. The lube felt a bit tingly or different, I assumed she had a new brand to try out. After the head was sufficiently coated, I hear her swap on a new pair of gloves. Once again lube was spread excessively around my balls. For some reason she has entirely skipped a large portion of my enlarged cock…

New to the routine was a spreading of a thick gel or jelly around my groin, scotrum, and down towards my buttock. I later found out that jelly was protection against the sack’s zippers. Completing the procedure, she slid on an external catheter – now the barren shaft made sense, she wanted the maximum amount of seal, thus free of any lube. Around this time it became apparent that a mixture of silicone lube and numbing spray had been applied to the head, though it felt as though the radio skewed more towards the spray then the lube! I could hardly feel a thing; B has mixed up an effective solution to mute any physical sensations.

A small preparation break was given, this time I could hear B rumbling around for the next phase, the noises of gloves, metal, and further restraints could be deciphered. She returned to my face, smearing a lemon flavored balm around my lips. I was getting used to all touches with the ever-present latex gloves. Her balm coating covered the top, bottom, and edges of my lips. A spandex hood was slid over my head, it only had a small mouth hole – no openings for my patched eyes, ears, or nose. I felt a familiar drinking bite grip hit my lip, I leaned slightly forward to take a sip.

“The slave will have to drink enough to fill this bag to continue the next phase of treatment, take your time slave .. As you know, the Mistress is in complete control and has an entire weekend planned for your serving.”